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Grace is a Weapon of Liberation

Grace is a call, a weapon, not from within but from without.    A firm hand from a loving protector, a Father in Heaven.    He looks and sees me. He sees my pain; He sees my failure to be who I want to be.    He  doesn’t  hate  me  but  h olds me up when I stumble.    He does not give up on me; all I need to do is open my heart ,   and let his grace flow  down to the low places .    He will revive me and heal me.   This is the season of remembering the Passion of our Lord. We need to  remember  again who Jesus is, who the Father is, who the Spi rit is.  We must practice remembering because it is so easy to forget. I feel like I forget who God  is all the time .  My forgetfulness is the source of my alienation.  Yet,  God IS a good Father, The Son is a kind Lord, the Spirit is in me to lead me into the way of true living . The challenge is  practicing  th...

Delivered into Our Hands

The three disciples on the mountain  of transfiguration  must have been shaken to the very core of their being. Their teacher took off the robe so-to- speak and  showed them in blinding light and a divine presence so intense that they fell to their faces , that He  wasn’t  a teacher only, but God.  I  can’t  imagine how the three could ever see Jesus the same way again.  Usually when something so shocking  and sense-eclipsing happens to us, our brains have a habit of dimming the memory so that it doesn’t overwhelm us as we remember.  I say  this, because in the mundane of life on the road with Jesus, the memory had to be worn over with the dust and grime of living in the world. The e xalted Son who lit up the night sky was still eating, sleeping, excreting, and sweating  along with them . The robe was back  on,  and the living flame of love  was obscured  by  the  day-to-day grind  Jesus ...